URGENT VENT: FUCK THE CLOUDS!

Yes, that is fucking it for me: I hate this rain! I just fucking hate the rain!

I mean, I am all for combating droughts and shit, but this is ridiculous. These randomly ludicrous bouts of rain, all the fucking time, are starting to overwhelm my nerves! FUCKING HELL! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF GETTING SOAKED! AND NO, I REFUSE TO USE AN UMBRELLA!

"Well, it's your fault then!" -- Common criticism.

FUCK YOU, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! DAMN RIGHT IT IS! BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME FROM BITCHING ABOUT RAIN!

It's like the heavens are taking a piss on me, and enjoying every moment of it; I don't wish to be urinated on by a pack of mischeivious angels!

"Hey! Piss on that lanky punk! It'll be cool!" -- Angel.

"Cut that out, you fuckin' fairy!" -- My response.

"Mwahahahaha! Fuck no!" *PSSHHHH* "Say my name, bitch!" -- Angel.

I don't need to be showered with your fucking water, oh clouds; it's cold, and you fuck me up in ways that I don't enjoy analysing for the sake of my own sanity. If I wanted to feel cold, like shit, in utter dim dampness and despair, and perhaps even a tad bit violated, then I would've found a way to get into prison!

Fucking hell! WET. ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME.

FUAAAAAAACK!

- Kade